Chapter 142

SIENNA

We ended up at Gideon’s bedroom. It was quiet, too quiet for the weight of what sat between us. The walls were as dark and commanding as the man himself, the charcoal paint swallowing light and leaving only shadows. I was curled against him on his bed, his arm tight around me, his hand lazily threading through my hair as if the act itself kept him tethered to me. Every so often his lips br